The serene
pastures sought solitude
In a well
disguised form
Trickling
through shadows
Foregone lust
When a silent
moon conspired
Offering
kindness all around...
Mother Nature
forms crystals
Slowly
drifting into unholy sign
Searching for
a paradise lost...
We shall now
venture through alleys
Returning
faith bestowed
Forgiving
ones...
Please be kind
to yourself
Do not get
lost
Among hate
filled pastures,
You were
chosen to lead
By example and
creed
For others to
feel
Kingdom of
expressions.
Poetry is an
escape
Words mere
existence
Trust key to
freedom
Trapped inside
Milk white
pieces of paper…
I shall be
alright again
Sit beyond a
fence
Overlooking
horizons
Creating the
inevitable
For others to
succeed...
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